Becoming a Saint by Leisure Reading Chapter 405

Just when the dragon descended into the world, he used his own Buddha's will to elicit the Sanzang scriptures, and then the Sanzang scriptures were transformed into the Buddhist avenues that reached the sky for thousands of miles. At the same time, a great excitement was also going on in Dongcang City.

On the sword pavilion.

Adamo took a deep breath and stepped onto the ring.

He put his hands together and bowed to the opponent in front of him. Opposite him was a Confucian scholar who looked to be around twenty years old, and smiled back at Adamo: "I have seen the Shaolin Senior Brother!"

In Chen Luo's design, the martial arts academy is not based on sects to distinguish the hilltops. Instead, the martial arts academy is divided into departments similar to the universities of the previous life. Students can choose their majors according to their own qualifications and interests. and minors. No matter which school of Kung Fu you learn, in the end, there is a common title—the disciple of the martial arts school.

In the martial arts academy, each system of martial arts will select a disciple with the highest achievement to become a senior brother or a senior sister, form a martial arts association, and manage the entire martial arts college together with the martial arts worship group designated by Chen Luo operation. The first Shaolin master was Adamo.

Since the establishment of the Wuyuan Academy, Shaolin has always been a rather embarrassing existence. In terms of background, there is secret funding from Daomen, and Wudang is simply open to hanging. It requires people and people, money and money, Taijiquan and Taijijian are even more profound; in terms of bearing, the Xiaoyao School is very popular, Lingbo Weibu, Beiming Divine Art, etc., all exude an ethereal spirit, especially for the disciples of the Xiaoyao School, regardless of gender, appearance and figure are the best choices, which is a huge temptation for young people who are new to the road of martial arts.

In addition, the beggar gangs blessed by Guo Jing and Qiao Feng; Mingjiao, which looks evil but is bright, are also popular colleges.

The Emei School, where Su Qianqian is the senior sister, is also the first choice for many female martial artists.

Even the Wuyue Sword Sect, which has always been at the bottom of the despised chain of colleges and departments, because Lang Feixian merged poetic kendo into martial arts, resulting in a sharp increase in the strength of sword cultivators, and the number of applications for disciples has skyrocketed recently.

Only in Chen Luoshu, Shaolin, known as the Big Dipper of Mount Tai, has always been tepid. Even if there is a god-defying image of the sweeping monk in "Dragon and Babu", it makes people afraid to get close.

There are three reasons for this.

The first is the relationship between Buddhism in the Western Regions. In the minds of Daxuan people, Buddhism has always been unfavorable, and Shaolin's Zen seems to be inextricably linked with Buddhism, which makes people resist innately. In addition, some self-conscious remarks are also rampant, and it is believed that Shaolin and Buddhism are at odds. At that time, Chen Luo may abandon Shaolin for the sake of martial arts. Therefore, many people are hesitant to choose Shaolin.

The second is the threshold of Shaolin martial arts. Different from the direct comprehension of other martial arts, although in theory, Shaolin martial arts can be learned by everyone without any qualifications, but in fact, it is necessary to master the corresponding Buddhist principles before mastering martial arts, which is one step slower than others. If Buddhism does not work, then Shaolin martial arts will become a mirror.

In the end, it was Chen Luo's attitude. Chen Luo did not intend to establish Zen as a religion, but positioned it as a special academic doctrine, so Shaolin warriors would not take the initiative to spread the teachings to ordinary people. I do my practice, I help you and love you, but I do not ask you to provide me or believe in me.

So for various reasons, although Shaolin has a great reputation, the number of disciples is very small.

Adamo looked at his opponent like electricity. Although he prayed to Buddha, he was also a martial artist. The great Buddhist principles are in front of him, but no one is close to him. This is his most urgent thing. He hopes that with his extraordinary performance in martial arts, he will attract more people's attention and let more people understand the Buddhist meaning he has come into contact with.

And Lunjian Pavilion is the best stage.

"Can we start?" the scholar said gently. This person's surname is Yan and his name is Yan Benyu. He is the son of Yan's family who gave Chen Luo's "Diaosou Tu" and majored in Yan's painting.

Adamo nodded: "Please!"

Yan Benyu was not polite, and immediately stepped back two steps, a blank picture scroll appeared, Yan Benyu's mind moved slightly, and the majestic and righteousness fell on the picture scroll.

In an instant, blue light flashed on the scroll, and thousands of arrows came from the painting and shot at Adamo...

"Brother Zhu, look at this one, can Adamo win?" Outside Lunjian Pavilion, the great scholar Jin Helan looked towards the Lunjian Pavilion and asked Zhu Hesong, the great scholar beside him.

These two great Confucian scholars, who were on duty in the Martial Arts Academy today, were sitting in the worship hall, and when they were bored, they set their sights on Lunjian Pavilion.

Zhu Hesong squinted his eyes: "It's hard to say that I can't win, but I can't say that I can't win. It's half and half, what do you think?"

Jin Helan frowned slightly: "Am I asking you or are you asking me?"

Zhu Hesong was stunned: "You are asking me! Then I asked again, don't you understand this? You are a fake scholar!"

Jin Helan stroked his forehead and sighed: "If I talk to you again, I will be your grandson!"

"Hey, you're a great scholar, so don't talk about ethics. Besides, you don't have a grandmother!"

"You don't even have a grandmother!"

"Look, aren't you a grandson?"

Listening to the bickering between the two, the Confucian scholars who were accustomed to them smiled slightly. Xiang Jixuan stood up to smooth the game and said, "I think it will be difficult for Adamo to win."

"Wuhou opened the martial arts 6,000 miles, but apart from Wuhou himself, the rest of the martial arts practitioners are still a little away from 6,000 miles. Those geniuses are all hunting for advanced bloodlines."

Speaking of this, another great Confucian nodded lightly: "Now the beacon fires on the barbarian plains are all over the place, and the sweat part of the tower bones has collapsed, but many high-level bloodlines have fled south. Speaking of which, Ji Zhong has not returned for eight or nine days... "

"The life-saving thing on his body has not been touched, and there should be no danger. I think it may be a big gain. Having said that, so far, only Ji Zhong has defeated the Confucian and Taoist disciples of six thousand miles with three thousand miles of martial arts cultivation. "

Jin Helan replied, "That's right. Because of Mr. Lang Da's fusion of Dao, the power of his sword intent has greatly increased, and he has defeated Daoist Master Kuyu."

At this time, an old-faced great Confucian nodded: "Then Yan Benyu is the sixth-grade enlightenment master of the Yan family, and he is also a talented person in the Confucian school. Painting, although it is extremely difficult to become a saint, but before the great Confucian, it is a Confucianist. One of the most powerful divisions in the door. Adamo against him, I think the win rate is less than 10%."

"I don't think so." A voice suddenly sounded, and Yan Tianbing, the head of the Yan family, came to the worship hall at some point. He bowed to the crowd and said with a smile, "This old nephew, don't look at the fact that it is a virtual reality now. Summons the thing in the painting to attack, but his six thousand li path is nothing but an imaginary path in the painting."

"The old man has also read Shaolin books recently, and the description of the state of mind in it is quite unique, and perhaps this illusory method has been restrained."

Taking down the stage of his own children, Yan Tianbing smiled and didn't care. What others didn't know was that Yan Tianbing suggested Adamo to challenge Yan Benyu this time.

There are still conversations between the great Confucians. Adamo and Yan Benyu have fought several rounds in Lunjian Pavilion. Among them, Yan Benyu summoned ten thousand arrows in the drawing book, rushing into the array, and called out thunder, lightning, cold wind, water, fire, soil and stone, while Adamo He also continued to display martial arts such as golden bell hood, lion's roar, Wuxiangjiezhi, dragon claw hand, etc. The two sides fought back and forth, making the audience dazzled and amazed.

"Shaolin martial arts is very strong!" Some martial artists sighed sincerely. Usually, they thought that those Shaolin students were rough-skinned and thick-skinned, but now, when Adamo made his move, he realized that the foundation of Shaolin martial arts was steady, solid, and complicated.

"Naturally, otherwise, how could Wuhou be so highly praised in the book!" Someone echoed, "It's just... I want to modify Shaolin."

"Don't jump to conclusions yet. Master Yan is currently a means of Confucianism, let's see." Someone said calmly.

At this time, on the ring, Yan Benyu frowned when he saw Adamo who was not at all tired in the fight, and found that his opponent was more difficult than he imagined, so he snorted: "Be careful!"

Saying that, a brush appeared in his hand, Yan Benyu held the brush upside down, and pointed it towards his eyebrows. In an instant, Yan Benyu's figure flickered, and it split into two, becoming two Yan Benyus. Then, the two Yan Benyus did the same, and they were together again. Pointing to his eyebrows, he turned into four Yan Benyus.

"Appeared! Daoist painting techniques are real!" Someone exclaimed, this is a powerful technique of painting Daoist techniques that draws one's own out of thin air. It is said that at the level of great Confucianism, he can even draw his own truth and perception of the Tao of Heaven. In this portrait.

However, this is just the beginning. The four Yan Benyus are lined up in four directions, and the brush in his hand is waving quickly in the void, as if he is drawing something. Adamo naturally couldn't make Yan Benyu's wish, and immediately rushed to one of the Yan Benyus. At this moment, the other Yan Benyu suddenly stopped moving, pointed the brush at Adamo, and suddenly a chain formed by brush and ink was born from under the ring, sending Ada Mo's legs are entangled.

Adamo's red dust moved and broke free from the chains of pen and ink, but in such an instant, the four Yan Benyu had completed the second painting technique, opened a cyan enchantment, and trapped Adamo in it.

"Paint empty prison!"

Adama saw a flower before he found himself standing on the familiar garden of Siddhartha's palace.

Painting the empty prison is not a binding spell like painting the ground as a prison, but a spiritual illusion.

A painting prison is set up in the space, and people in the painting prison will involuntarily draw the things that frighten them most in their souls.

And the great terror that Adamo hides in his heart is the giant palm that covers the sky.

"The Siddhartha royal family, practice paganism, and destroy it!" It was the voice that appeared countless times in the dream, and Adamo raised his head, and a huge palm suddenly appeared in the clear sky, facing the royal palace. Press.

"Illusion! It's an illusion!" Adamo kept telling himself in his heart, he forced himself to raise his head and look at the falling palm.

His soul was clear, and he knew that this was an illusion caused by Yan Benyu's technique, and it was the deepest fear in his heart.

"I have obtained the Frectification, and I am not afraid of outsiders!" Adamo suddenly jumped up and hit the giant palm.

With a "bang", Adamo was beaten to blood by the huge palm.

Adama opened his eyes, and he was once again standing in the garden of the palace.

"The Siddhartha royal family, practice paganism, and destroy it!" The magnificent voice sounded again, as if the illusion just now was repeated again.

"I have obtained the Dharma!" Adamo recited, "Namo Amitabha!"

Saying that, he jumped up again to meet the giant palm.

With a "bang", Adamo was beaten into a blood mist again.

Adamo opened his eyes for the third time, still in the garden of the palace.

"The Siddhartha royal family, practice paganism, and destroy it!" The voice sounded for the third time.

Adamo was confused, why? Why can't I break through this fantasy?

Could it be that he has no true intention of leading the Frectification at all?

Why?

At the same time, in Lunjian Pavilion, Yan Benyu saw blood and tears in Adamo's eyes, and his heart tightened.

This is not the effect of painting a prison!

He hurriedly planned to withdraw the spell, but at this moment, there was a force in the spell, which directly interrupted Yan Benyu's spellcasting. Yan Benyu felt that his soul was hit hard and spit out a mouthful of blood.

Almost the next moment, the figures of Yan Tianbing and Xiang Jixuan appeared on the ring at the same time. The two of them looked at Adamo in the painting prison with serious eyes.

"Patriarch!" When Yan Benyu saw Yan Tianbing, he immediately shouted, "Quick, quickly withdraw this technique. I can't withdraw it!"

Yan Tianbing and Xiang Jixuan looked at each other, both of them looked serious.

They sensed that this technique of drawing a prison was just an introduction at best, and what was really attacking Adamo at the moment was the fear of Buddhism that Adamo had in his reincarnations.

Adamo is a person from the Western Regions, Adamo is only in this life, and the previous life must have been reincarnated in a certain Bodhisattva's Buddhist Pure Land. This natural fear comes from the coercion of the Buddhist Wanli Road.

Only half-sacred hymns or Taoist blessings can resolve it.

They are also powerless.

"Do your best!" Yan Tianbing sighed, just as he was about to summon his family and kingdom to the world, suddenly, Adamo in the painting prison moved.

He raised his fist.

Spiritual fantasy.

Death again and again makes Adamo's heart hurt infinitely.

It's not that the illusion can't be broken, but the fear can't be broken.

He kept reciting the Buddhist scriptures of Zen, but all the principles were vulnerable in front of that giant palm.

"Is what I'm asking for a true Buddha?"

Adamo just had this doubt in his heart, and suddenly shook his head, throwing this distracting thought away.

"The true Buddha of the Dharma is in my heart."

"Your ten thousand miles, you can't reach the other side!"

After speaking, Adamo suddenly showed a smile and clenched his fists again.

For a time, the Adamo Heart Flower bloomed.

"Unfortunately, the road to Pudu has not been seen."

The voice fell, and suddenly a melody seemed to come from a distant place and fell into Adamo's ears.

"The shoes are broken~www.mtlnovel.com~ the hat is broken, the cassock on the body is broken..."

With this voice, the golden light in Adamo's eyes flowed, and a golden avenue of thousands of miles seemed to appear in his eyes, leading to the endless Qingming.

Adamo blinked again, and the golden avenue of thousands of miles disappeared, but one after another force poured into Adamo's fist. He raised his fist and punched the sky-high palm.

In an instant, the golden light flew out from Adamo's fist, pierced through the giant palm in the blink of an eye, and the wound of the giant palm protruded with golden light, cracking inch by inch in front of Adamo's eyes.

The dark clouds dissipated, and a beam of sunlight shone on Adamo's body.

Adamo folded his hands together and bowed to the south.

Looking at the painting prison that was disintegrated by a punch, Yan Tianbing twitched the corner of his mouth and looked at Xiang Jixuan: "What kind of punch is this?"

Before Xiang Jixuan could answer, Adamo's voice came.

"Shaolin, Arhat Boxing!"

Chapter end

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